There is nothing left for me to say, all there is for me is to just do what I’ve been doing. Hold in my abundance of pain and stay quite just to keep you tranquil and pleased.
I’m constantly in dejection, worrying about if your being mendacious towards me. I feel like nothing compared to her, I feel like nothing compared to the majority of the girls you know but I still claim to be okay when they’re around.
You are Persistently getting texts and Snapchats, DMs and calls from girls who are better then what I’ll ever be.
When she texts you I have to fight the urge to ask what you are both talking about, hoping just ******* hoping your not planning on leaving me for her.
All though I already feel replaced and unwanted, I still try to hold on and believe you when you say you love me.

My mind's a quarantine, I'm isolated now
I've broken hope within, my hopeless state of art
Abandon what I seek, that ship has sailed away
I dance upon my grave, at nights I try to pray
But  as the shadows grow, they laugh right in my face

The ceiling stays the same, I imagine the sky.
All of the stars I've never seen
Will I see them when I die?
The silence pierces ears
In the shadow of the night
My mind is quarantined
Sick of being alive

tell me how
the most broken
beaten down
torn up
stripped to the flesh
people

could ever get back up
brush off the dirt
and carry on
like nothing ever
happened.

Every night i lie awake in bed
With thoughts flowing through my head
Every night at the stars i gaze
At how they shine and sparkle so beautifully
Little by little the stars start to lose their shimmer
And my brain is filled with the thought of me always being the almost but never the always

It lurks below my consciousness, the beast beneath the bed
Tortured by imagination, vivid in my head
Strikes without notice, the world is dark and blind
To all the ****** massacres that play behind my eyes

Victimhood held hostage, convinced manipulation
Sickly soul so serpentine, saboteur salvation
Left within the grimaced grin, of tormented left demented
Suffer so, these chains and ropes, you'll never be accepted

Amusement starts to linger, maybe mould, or rot
Decaying internally, for he feels the hope is lost
So smile, smile, smile, and learn to love the sinner
For all that will remain is this twisted, Grim Grinner

Dear New York,

Can we talk about the elphants on the sidewalks?

I know we currently live in a circus- like reality, but this is ridiculous.
There are so many wanting to be a part of the biggest show on earth.
But instead of millions of top billed performers,
We are heavy on magician acts
Most of us performing the same tricks
Week after week
Trying to make shoe strings turn into boot straps...
That sometimes turn into tightropes...
Our safety nets not quite up to code
So when we fall out of the spotlight,
Some of us fall through holes
Abandoned disillusioned dreamers
Subjected to the whims of clowns
But we have to keep trying, right?
Keep striving, keep reaching for the trapeze bar
Waiting for the perfect timing to gracefully glide to the top of the big top
Everyday hustling for some ovation
But along the way though the everyday
Before we can even make it to our marks
We gotta try to not feel the despair of
At least a dozen others that were unable to
Grasp that up swing
Those waiting on the sides aimlessly
Waiting
For what I wonder
As I try to not see
Anything but the dignity of
Fallen stars